The castle belonging to Grana in the island of Clare, which boasts a fine harbour and quay, was so much considered by Oliver Cromwell, that he there erected a fort and barrack, in which he maintained a garrison.
Grana endowed a monastery on it, in which she lies interred; her arms and motto, carved on the tomb with those of her husband, are still to be seen. This island still continues an estate in the family who bear the name of O'Malley; and until of late years had been the family burial place.
The celebrity of Grana Uile has been the theme of bards for many years. In the year 1753, during the political contests which occurred in the administration of the Duke of Dorset, a very popular song appeared, to an old Irish air, and the burden of the song was Grana Uile. It is too long for insertion in this work.
----"I have framed a fortification Out of rye paste, which is impregnable;[17] And against that for two long hours together, Two dozen of marrow-bones shall play continually. For fish I'll make you a standing lake of white broth, And pikes come ploughing up the plums before them, Arion-like, on a dolphin, playing Lachrymæ; And brave king herring, with his oil and onion, Crown'd with a lemon peel, his way prepared With his strong guard of pilchers."
[_The Bloody Brothers, or Rollo Duke of Normandy_, by BEAUMONT and FLETCHER, vol. VII. act II. scene II. p. 151.]
[Footnote 17: At the splendid entertainments of those days the confectioners were very solicitous to present these and similar fopperies on the tables of the great. Furnace the cook says, in MASSINGER'S "_New Way to pay old Debts_,"
----"Since our master, noble Allworth, died, Though I crack my brain to find out tempting sauces, And raise _fortifications in the pastry_, Such as might serve for models in the Low Countries; Which, if they had been practised at Breda, Spinola might have thrown his cap at it, and ne'er took it."
And again, in the Prologue to "_A Wife for a Month_," which was the sole production of FLETCHER, we have the following lines on the same subject--
"Our noble friend, who writ this, bid me say, He had rather dress upon a triumph day My Lord Mayor's feast, and make him sauces too, Sauce for each several month; nay, further go, He had rather build up those invincible pies And castle custards,[18] that affright all eyes, Nay, eat 'em and their artillery-- Than dress for such a curious company One single dish."-----